Tuesday, 19 April 2011

The Incredible Flash

Usually I don't post stories in this blog, but after I wrote this one, I just couldn't resist.


Shakie knew that Flash was called the fastest man alive, but she had never guessed as to what extent his so called fastness attributed to. It had started at a bar, he ordered her a few drinks, and he was probably drunk after like one – hence, he was fast at being drunk. Then they ripped it up on the dance floor. His dance moves included to spasm like a monkey, and well... that was it. In his flurry of movement he moved her hand up and down her thigh firmly grasped her ass – she was ready. She whispered into his ear, “Take me hard baby!”
                He threw her over his shoulder and colours blurred together as he sped away at a near light speed velocity. Next thing she knew she was tossed onto the bed in some hotel room. He whipped his hands like a magician and then her clothing lay scattered around the room: her breasts exposed, and her thighs ready for action. Shakie lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Waving her finger, she said, “Come get me speedy man.”
                In a flurry of motion she gasped, and then saw Flash leaning against the wall – he was naked. Gasping for air, he said, “I’m done.”

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